Neverwinter Forest When you sit all alone with the weeds?

*slides on in here too*

She'd been just scouting and covering ground because she could. The mountain still had two leaders on it so she didn't worry.. even with the thieving coyote she'd caught on the borderlands being a memory as fresh as the healing scabs on her muzzle. Given the relative mildness of the temperatures, she'd simply needed to get out. Only for a bit. When it came time, she returned from the darkest depths of Neverwinter and prepared to head a path back towards home.

But noise distracted her from her planned heading. First an awful hacking, then the flapping of wings. She approached, arching her neck and pressing her ears forward greedily until she could see what was going on. 

Ame moved from the cover of the trees not all to far from where the crow was perched above. From where she stood, she eyed the victim of the coughing spell, having not expected to find him responsible for all that noise. She had not seen him in a while, and knowing what she did -- both of Charon and his fight, plus his pack's move to the coastline, she knew that a lot had gone on in the months since their paths had last crossed.

She thought that maybe she had come in on the end of the sleek black bird saying something, but had missed hearing it herself, so peered its way curiously too, impressed that it had seemingly come to investigate as well. "Sounds bad," she observed, keeping a naturally wary distance in case he may be badly ill or worse for her, contagious.